[In a way, he knows that Nice is overthinking this. He wouldn't be so quiet otherwise (but honestly, who wouldn't be quiet in a situation like this?) and maybe that was why he'd thought to break the ice. Or maybe he really just couldn't handle the silence anymore, broken by nothing more than that beeping.
It at least is proof that Nice is alive, even if just in beeps--but it's also nerve-wracking, because he shouldn't be here. He's not the sort of person who should ever be put in a hospital.
He sees the frustration, but what is he supposed to do about it? He's never really been one to comfort Nice. Nice has never really been the sort to need it. And in the wake of Moral (and it's a blessing that his own injuries are all taken care of and practically impossible to be seen under his coat) and Art, anything said about it would honestly be trite.
They're all reeling, but Nice is the one who's dealing with the most. And isn't that just useless pity anyway? Honestly, what is he thinking?]
You'd be dead if you didn't. [It'd usually be wry, the sort of banter that's pretty average by now, but here in this atmosphere, it falls flat. He can't follow it up with scolding, either, because it's not Nice's fault at all, and isn't that the biggest joke of all?
...He'll try again:] I'm not about to have my dependability called into question, though.
[He'll always be there, in other weakly tsun words.]
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It at least is proof that Nice is alive, even if just in beeps--but it's also nerve-wracking, because he shouldn't be here. He's not the sort of person who should ever be put in a hospital.
He sees the frustration, but what is he supposed to do about it? He's never really been one to comfort Nice. Nice has never really been the sort to need it. And in the wake of Moral (and it's a blessing that his own injuries are all taken care of and practically impossible to be seen under his coat) and Art, anything said about it would honestly be trite.
They're all reeling, but Nice is the one who's dealing with the most. And isn't that just useless pity anyway? Honestly, what is he thinking?]
You'd be dead if you didn't. [It'd usually be wry, the sort of banter that's pretty average by now, but here in this atmosphere, it falls flat. He can't follow it up with scolding, either, because it's not Nice's fault at all, and isn't that the biggest joke of all?
...He'll try again:] I'm not about to have my dependability called into question, though.
[He'll always be there, in other
weakly tsunwords.]